I guess all short dudes are fucked then, right? Haha. You’re attempt at being cute is actually kind of just fucked up.
(Source: youjustinspiredme)
Get over it. Just because you’re reading The Hunger Games, doesn’t mean you’re any better than Twi-tards. It’s the same shit just slightly watered down with a little more logic than the other.
There both targeted towards a teen audience, and they both follow the life of a girl torn between two guys, which is funny because after I read the first book, I couldn’t even finish the second without the actual plot being backed by anything other than another twilight girl-torn-between-two-dudes love story. The excitement of the Hunger Games itself is what gave the story it’s flesh in the first place, and without it, it was kind of just bullshit. A cake is great. It’s p.much everything. A cake with frosting is even better, but if you just eat bullshit frosting, you’re just being a fatass.
Maybe the cake would have came later if I would have gotten a little more into the 2nd, but I’m not a bullshit frosting eater, and I could only take so much before I don’t give a fuck.
(Source: yes-butno)
This is the thing bitches, you all spout this trash when you want the complete opposite.
What would you do if the one guy actually DID want to pick you over anyone else? You wouldn’t really want that because that’s what you’re actually afraid of. You’re actually afraid of anyone picking you over anyone else, because whoever would actually step up to the plate and do that, would mean he’s low and not up to your standard. You’d never desire him. You only desire that which would never state such a thing.
(Source: thisisnotmyfairytaleendingg)
Hey you know what’s not cool? When people become your friend only because you’re funny and then ignore you and think somethings wrong with you when you try to actually show emotion and shit
“Boys are told from a young age that whatever they do will be excused under the “boys will be boys” mantra, and that “boys will be boys” mentality leads to what I call the “boiling frog” problem of women’s sexual boundaries. I call it that because if you put a frog into a pot of boiling water, it will jump right out, but if you put a frog into a pot of room-temperature water and slowly heat it to a boil, the frog will acclimate as it heats and never jump out, eventually boiling to death. Similarly, when we learn as young girls to tolerate “low-level” boundary violations like the ones we often are forced to suffer in silence at school, at home and on the street – bra-snapping, boob-grabbing, ass pinching, catcalling, dick flashing “all in good fun” relentless violations that adults and authorities routinely ignore – it makes it harder for us to notice when even greater boundaries are being violated, eventually leading to the reality that many women who are raped just freeze and fall silent, because that’s what they’ve been taught to do over and over since day one. You tell me what’s more infantilizing: repeatedly letting boys (and grown men) off the hook for their behavior because “boys will be boys” and we can’t ever expect any differently, or creating a consent standard in which all partners take active responsibility for their partner’s safety, and which acknowledges the truly diseased sexual culture we’re soaking in every day.”
Check out this quote of absolute trash I found plaguing Tumblr with over 12k reblogs. Are you fucking serious? As if there aren’t any repercussions for being an absolute dick in society, or better yet flashing theirs. Dick flashing? Really? I have never heard of that shit, and it sounds fucking stupid.
First of all, I don’t remember being told, “wow, hey, you’re a boy, and like, so you’re gonna be a boy, so do whatever the fuck you want.” Uhm, no. Not at all. Pulling any of that shit where I grew up is asking for an ass kicking from society, but I guess it really depends on who you are and where you’re specifically at.
As for raising and being “told” at a young, well guess what who told me that shit? Oh yeah, my MOTHER raised me, like how a shit ton of mothers do, and SHE told me that shit. So if ANYTHING, they can be blamed for a good portion of this shit because mothers are the people that instill this shit.
And yes, before you get all your fucking panties in a wad, I don’t mean to disregard fathers, and all that jazz. Their important, and they raise the kid too, but FUCK.
There are so many things fucked up with this paragraph it blows my mind into pieces to where I don’t know how to begin or even begin to THINK on where to begin or how I would start.
Women’s sexual boundaries? What’s fucked up is that a man, IN A WOMEN’S POINT OF VIEW AND IN SOCIETY’S POINT OF VIEW is SUPPOSED TO initiate most of everything sexual in the first place: man are supposed to make the first move, ask the bitch out on a date, go in for the kiss, and EVERYTHING fucking else.
Granted it’s fucking perfectly okay when the bitch thinks the guy is hot, but what does that mean for all guys? Not every dude wins. People fail. And when dudes fail, they get classified into call the shitty categories of being a creeper, pervert, stalker or whatever the fuck.
Cute guy checks you out on facebook. Oh wow aren’t you excited? Oh shit, ugly nerdy kid checking you out? Wow what a creeping fgt. This shit is like the perfect example of grey areas.
So now, because of this bulllllssshiiiiett you have a society raising these kids to “respect women’s boundaries” so much, no, that’s wrong because it shouldn’t be called that. You have these guys respecting women as if they are anyone else, not going off of genders, what do you get?
You get women that think there isn’t any sexual tension at all. “Nice guys” get shut down because they aren’t digging on the chick at all and making it obviously apparent that they are into a chick when the jerk right next to him who obviously just wants to get some from the start looks like the better obvious. Typical “nice guys always lose.”
This post is pretty shittily thought out, hastily and poorly written. Idc, fuck you.
For a dude, it’s easy. If you want to know if you fucking like a chick, jack off first and then imagine her on the toilet taking the nastiest fucking shit. If you still like her, she’s the one.
I don’t remember where I got that from, but those are words to live by. And I guess for all you ladies, if you want to know if you REALLY like a guy, don’t go to a fucking psychic or ask your girlfriends ANYTHING, for fuck sake please don’t, fucking, here’s what you do. Please bare with me that there are a few more steps involved because we know how you bitches like to be more complicated (and don’t take offense to that, fgt):
Imagine the dude fucking in the most POOREST looking clothes your mind can fathom, and try to visualize him begging to you on how MUCH he loves you, and wants to be with you and ONLY you for the rest of his life. I mean, this fool is DESPERATE right now. Like, you are his only reason for living and shit. Like, it’s guaranteed that this fool will blow his fucking brains out with a 12 gauge if he can’t have you. He has no house, no car, and no job. Now imagine him with a 2 inch cock, erect…
And there you have it. If you still said “yes.” He’s the fucking man of your life.
OOOOO WOOOWW AREN’T YOU FUCKING DEEP, HUH1?
Oh man I bet your middle class and fucking more than average life can constitute as “dark.” You’re just so fucking morbid. 17k reblogs Tumblr? Really? Fuck you.
(Source: wearethechildren)
So I was wondering around the FUCKING internet, and I happen to come across my old, 5 second and a half Tumblr I made a while back. And oh has it been a while. My heart actually melted a little at the burning rage filled posts I once had the time to fuck off and write. I think I even shed a tear.
And what the FUCK!? 3 Subscribers? I mean, I probably should have a FUCK ton, but fucking 3 is fucking awesome anyways. Whoever the fuck you guys are I fucking love you. No really, I’m touched. I have no fucking idea what’s in your mind, but I’m touched.
ANYWAYS, fuck all this. I’m probably not going to get a shit ton of time to browse Tumblr and fucking HATE everything with my entire existence for posts, but for the time being, this very fortunate and wonderful time being, I think I’m going to post some shit. I kind of miss BITCHING about shit, you know? Bitching is good for you if it’s constructive. Besides, tt always made me feel superior— THOUGH HOWEVER, it’s not like I wasn’t spouting off total bullshit in the first place. I wouldn’t be doing shit if there wasn’t truth to it, fgt.
